You want it, you want it You need it, you need it You need it, you want it You learn You want it, you want it You need it, you need it You need it, you
Tradução: Mano Abierta. La lucha.
You want it, You want it, You need it, You need it, You need it, You want it, You learn. You want it, You want it, You need it, You need it, You need
your people tell them that i shitted on you n***** like i was a flock a seagulls infared beam like a traffic jam at night handle any man in sight with his hands
: Dear Lord As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my ni**a Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems
with your hand over your mouth and join the crowds heavy gasp. one for each time they pass overhead. so we've been selected in this beautiful lottery. we struggled
can bring ya to the brink of lyfe It can shake ya, it can make ya... The struggle hard and deep Of what i learn to keep along the way everyday Little one, i take your hand
past few years while I figure this shit out (Hook) Is anybody out there, It feels like I'm talking to myself No one seems to know my struggle, and everything
smashed open with the doors kicked out It's not a good day left to be in a fight 'cause living is hard through the struggles of life If nothing gets done
Al Aksa the name is no coincidental I know too much to government is trying to murder me No coming back like cutting your writs open vertically How could
heartbreak Can take away what you're meant to be You're much more than a struggle that you go through From nine till five I open things so let it
It's like singing in the wind Or writing on the surface of a lake And I wriggle like a fish caught on dry land And I struggle to avoid any help at hand
take away what you're meant to be You're much more than a struggle that you go trough From nine till five I open things so let it go You? re not a
on the grind and yo digits'll come, bottom line You gotta shine no matta what you become Dez streets is 40 percent of yo mind and 5 percent muscle 10 struggle
t know if I feel the same [Verse 1-Black Thought] Yo, in the land of the unseen hand, and hold trouble Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double The struggle
: You't love to be so far away It's not a long way to go, it's gonna end in your pain Green open handed stranger Create the turmoil, you're not sane